Birds are circling above They've come back to a waiting level Why don't they fly away Surely they have gangs by now There is no gun to shoot them down And still they stay For what they say I'll be killing them with lies I'll be fighting for my life Killing them with thoughts They can never get enough Killing them all because we're killing every single thing It's a trained response Birds are circling above They've come back to a waiting level Sold the game It bears my name I have worshiped some false Gods And run to them like I have not thought to Cry my shame It burned a flame I'll be killing them with lies I'll be fighting for my life Killing them with thoughts They can never get enough Killing them all because we're killing every single thing It's a trained response We are present to raise them to die We are present to raise them to die Somebody told me once Beat them 'til there's nothing Get used to it Next thing the line is gone Are we going down Are we going down Are we going down Are we going down Are we going down Are we going down Are we going down Are we going down